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âHello Kannavi! Itia greeted, stepping into the infirmary through the front door.
She wore a tunic from here sheâd been given on the first day, after the treatments. Her brown hair, still very soberly tied, was discreetly tousled by the wind and her monocle bore the traces of the sun on the glass. She seemed relaxed and the smile on her face, although shocking at first had gradually become one of the expressions she was wearing the most.
"⌠Hello Itia," the latter replied hesitantly, looking up from his remedies. "Tell me, weren't you supposed to stay in bed for five more days here so the wounds would heal well?" "
Itia nodded in his direction, keeping her smile, bathed in warm light.
âNo worries, I'm counting on it. Itâs just that Iâve gone out to listen to Suoh's speech.
-Ah. And how was it? "
The young woman raised her palms to the sky, showing that she had no particular opinion.
" I donât know. He didn't show up.
-Oh ".
The rays of sunshine which accompanied her arrival faded once the door closed with a heavy slam and the room was plunged back into the shadow. Itia quickly took off her shoes and hung her jacket on the coat rack. Kannaviâs eyes followed her as she strolled across the room to her assigned bunk to sit comfortably, legs under the sheets. She breathed peacefully, her chest heaving in regular gusts of air and was mentally present. This carefree, almost lazy air was also new to her, who always seemed wary in Empire territory. Kannavi kept his inner remark to himself and went back to work, rolling up his sleeves.
He was busy crushing herbs in a mortar, then pounding them with a roller, doing a bit of a botched job. He had fallen behind on the chores he had been given for today since he had failed to wake up on time. Fortunately, the infirmary was half empty, most of the patients were still sleeping and Itia's excursion benefitted him well since she didn't seem to have noticed that he had only emerged from bed half an hour ago. Using the excuse of a new environment disrupting his sleep schedule might work for a while, but people here would eventually find out that he wasnât actually very punctual. However, keeping up appearances for a while wasn't bad in itself; this would allow him to form a new, more flattering temporary image before inevitably one would decide to fire him. In addition, this job was not stressful and did not have the constraints of a superior on your back screaming at you all day that you sucked, unlike back in the Empire. This job was pretty relaxing. So, Kannavi would push himself to work hard and try to stay affiliated for as long as possible.
There were only a few things that really mattered in his life. Making sure you didn't end up on the streets or in jail was one of the most important things. The rest didn't matter. Since childhood, he had had little free will in the end, lugged from family to family like a trinket. Then the army. All these things had been decided for him, without him having a say or being able to influence the course of it and yet, it did not bother him that much. Making decisions for oneself seemed to affect people with crippling anguish and give them all the tools for an even stronger grudge against themselves. That didn't mean he wasn't attached to anything. The young nurse was careful never to stray too far from Orca. But Kannavi preferred his little quiet position; the rudder of his life was not in his hands, he was content being carried by life, chance, people, and if he found himself in an unpleasant situation, he would only have to wait until it would pass. Knowing that we wasnât at fault for the misfortunes that befell him, or those of others, was a calming thought.
The water in the pot began to boil and he set the temperature to low. He lifted the lid, added the few mint leaves he had pre-cut and the herbal powder he had crushed. The water immediately took on a reddish tint. He replaced the lid on the container.
Rather than a fear of trying or failing, the reason was outrightly simpler than that: Kannavi really didn't wish for anything. Nothing really arose any desires and that surge of excitement others sometimes had looking at their goal from afar, motivating them to work harder, was relatively unknown to him.
"Excuse me if I'm disturbing ...", asked suddenly Itia's voice hatching through the hissing of the pan, "But can I talk to you about something?"Â
Kannavi raised an eyebrow, astonished by this wording. People never came to him for serious discussions. Hands caught in the herbs, he continued to extract their juice and stir it vigorously in a bowl. Without looking back, he said:
âIt depends on what you want to talk about. I am often told that I am not very delicate, you know ... "
Behind his back, Itia's voice grew more hesitant. The blankets had just moved and she too, making the slats of the bed creak. Outside, a gust of wind shook the windows and the shutters creaked against the walls; the weather was getting colder.
"I know, but ... I have the impression that you are the only one who can really enlighten me on that topicâ.
-Mmh. Go ahead... "
At that moment, the door to the infirmary swung open and cracked loudly against the back wall. A clear, confident voice exclaimed, echoing through the room:
âKannavi! "
Itia jumped up and fell silent, crouching in the back of her bunk, disappointed. Taken by surprise, Kannavi whirled around, his gloves dripping with berry juice beading on the floor. Orca strode towards him. He looked cheerful and more light-hearted than he had been in the past few days, which reassured him. When he had visited his friend at his place a few days ago, Orca had subtly tried to hold him back, stealing part of his night before he had returned to his own hut. The young nurse suspected nightmares, linked to their last adventures perhaps ... However, he was dumbfounded to find him here; usually, he refrained from visiting the most vulnerable and from mingling in the places where the inhabitants gathered.
Orca grabbed his shoulders, half laughing, half teasing. His pale hair twitched at the rhythm of his smile.
"Kannavi, I thought I was going to die of laughter ... I walked out of the council and ... Saw you take a sprint all the way here half-dressed ... I see someone overslept again!
The nurse gritted his teeth and turned a quarter of a turn to glance over his shoulder; he could feel stares on him. Awakened by this sudden animation in the infirmary, a few patients sat in their beds and were now staring at them with a disapproving air. Kannavi grabbed him by the arm, a small displeased pout clearly visible on his face. What an idiot. The duality of his personality was probably a little too strong at times: playing the eloquent strategist at important meetings and immediately switching to a carefree joker when he was no longer doing anything related to his personal affairs and interests. That was probably why he got into so much trouble.
"Oru ... Lower your voice a bit! Come to the back-shop ... And you just ruined my coverage! I'm going to be fired now ... "
Orca took a quick look around and looked as though he had finally realized the presence of the convalescents. He immediately put his hand to his lips, feeling sorry. Nodding, he quietly followed the direction his friend was pointing. But it would have been to be underestimating Itia who sat up on her pillows, looking furious and threw her legs to the side, ready to jump.
âWait⌠Kannavi !?, Itia exclaimed, whose mind had just connected the dots to Orca's words,âDid I hear correctly? You just arrived ?
-Uh ... "
Kannavi readjusted his apron, looking for something to make up or justify. But frankly, there wasn't much to say⌠He sighed, giving up any attempt to lie.
Orca watched him, putting his hand over his mouth once again, but most likely hiding a chuckle this time around.
âItia, please come too. If you want to reprimand me, reprimand me in the back-shopâ.
Itia got up hastily from her bed, her face closed and fists clenched, and walked in a straight line towards the storage room.
"And that I will do," she muttered through her teeth. "You too, Sir Orca".
Orca raised a few fingers awkwardly at her as she walked past him, a sly smile on his lips.
âHello Itia.
"Hello Sir Orca," Itia retorted, coldly, as if she had just returned a mockery.
Her figure disappeared under the beaded curtain that separated the main room from the storage area. The brown beads tinkled for a few moments, knocking against each other, hinting between their strings the shape of a shelf and medical posters stuck against the yellowed walls, then froze again, giving the curtain the air of a real wall. Silence fell in the infirmary. Orca exchanged a look with Kannavi, Kannavi's wide eyes meant he was expecting to be given some wild dressing down. His friend nodded, pulling his long hair to the side and shrugging, silently exposing him that he didn't know what he had done to get there. The two men followed her, both looking constrained and sheepish.
Kannavi entered the storeroom and leaned against one of the shelves containing the syringes, stethoscopes, and other essentials. Orca removed a stack of papers from the old chair and sat down, bringing the papers to his knees. Itia, for her part, closed the door to the storeroom and remained standing in order to appear more authoritative. She crossed her arms, looking at them in turn, saying nothing. Orca turned his head, pretending to be captivated by the medical scale. He whispered faintly to his friend:
"Ah ... I don't like it when she does that." It means she will -
- Tell me, are you not being serious ?! "
Orca stopped talking immediately, blinking several times. Fury shook Itia's voice, the two of them didn't have to look at her to know that.
"Do you think you are on a vacation or staying at a hotel? Think you can afford to skip your assigned duties and lounge around all day ?! "
âItiaâŚâ Kannavi began, taken aback, âI must have told you already, but⌠I'm not very good at keeping a job. But Iâm trying, obviously. I don't want to lose this job, it's the quietest I've had so far ... "
Itia's face took on a more scarlet color. Swooping down on the young nurse, she grabbed one of the flyaway locks sticking out of his head.
"I canât believe it! Is that all you care about, Kannavi ?!
âNot my hair Itia, please, âhe begged,â They still have to grow! "
Orca stared at them, alarmed and hastened to cover his own hair with his hands.
Itia released a panicked Kannavi and walked away. In the corner of the room was an old, moth-eaten desk, neglected because of its disparate surface area that made it difficult to disinfect. The young woman grabbed it with both hands and pulled it with her. She brought it to the center of the room, in front of the two men, after much effort and squeaking. Perched on the table, her legs hanging out to the side, she smirked. It was a more than satisfying sight: these two slackers, looking at her from below, somewhat tense, anticipating what her next move would be. A rare sight that neither of them turned a deaf ear to her or only half-listened to her! But, remembering what she had to say, she lost her smile and granted them a serious expression.
âI believe youâre still caught up in your illusions or you just don't realize, but these people are our only chance to have a normal and maybe even happy life. We hurt them tremendously, many of them died under our attacks. And yet, theyâre forgiving us! "
She paused, scrutinizing them closely. Strangely, a glimmer of full attention burned in Kannavi's eyes and he had shed his slumped position. On the contrary, Orca was looking away, occasionally smoothing out the folds of his dress over his crossed leg.dominant, but his wiggling pupils in their sockets, proved that he was also drinking her words.
âWe need to give them reasons to trust us a and to have forgiven us! If all goes well, maybe they will allow us to live here. It would be convenient, we who have nowhere to go now! But it is not by botching your work - Itia stared firmly at Kannavi - or by doing nothing - she let a glare fall on her superior - that they will come to consider such a thing!
Kannavi held up a quiet hand, hoping to be able to place a word. He made a small thoughtful sound, but avoided completely contradicting the young woman. His hair still had a long life ahead of it.
"Excuse me, Itia, but I think Orca does a lot for the Clay Whale. He participates in all the councils and has recently started on guard tours ... "
Orca turned his head towards him, eyebrows raised. Itia scowled, looking annoyed. Her hands took the shape of a triangle as she looked up at the ceiling light.
"I know that, Kannavi, but you see, I think Sir Orca has to work twice as hard as we need to."
âNot to the point of collapsing anywaââ the other protested, before being interrupted by Orca who had placed a soothing hand on his shoulder, as if making a call for him to stop.
âNo need, Kannavi. She's right. I have to try harder â.
Kannavi stared at him flatly; Orca was already very involved. Was it possible to try harder? Itia, meanwhile, fixed her pair of eyes on the commander, as if she was rediscovering him. He rarely admitted his wrongs. It was a good thing, it put her in a good mood.
âAnyway, we owe them a lot and I think it is essential for us to help. I can clearly see the efforts of Sir Orca ", she resumed, in a more tender voice,"And I see, given the level of fatigue he has shown in recent days, that heâs worked a lot ".
Even though, embarrassed at the thought that he had plausibly caused her chickweed, her superior lowered his head.
"Get more involved ... What I mean by that is that I find you oddly withdrawn, Sir Orca," Itia said, a soft and compassionate smile dawning on her lips. âYou should dare more to sympathize with them. Regain self-confidence. The people of the Clay Whale also recognize you as the one who saved them from an undisputable disaster now ... "
With that, her superior looked away again. Itia, who continued to look at him, began to swing her legs off the top of the old desk, having lost track for a moment. Kannavi took hold of the silence to think about something that had just re-appeared in his thoughts. Itia had said she wanted to talk to him on a certain subject. A subject on which only he could enlighten her ...
"Well ... I'm aware that I haven't done much myself either. I have caused concern and as an injured person I require extra work. I hope I can get down to business soon.â
- You must not feel guilty Itia. These injuries are not your fault⌠I'm sure you'll find a way to be useful here and fit in really well, âKannavi assured him.
The young woman smiled at him, thanking him with a nod, then her gaze fell on Orca who had risen from his chair and dusted his dress vigorously. Itia put her hand towards him as if to hold him back, then hid her hand behind his back.
"Leaving already, Sir Orca?" "
Orca's bangs slid to the side as he swiveled his head towards her to fix her in amusement.
"You give us nice talks about the usefulness of being productive but find it useful to just sit there twiddling your thumbs?" "
Itia scowled and crossed her arms again.
âWeâre not twiddling our thumbs. I argue with you for the best. You could have waited for me to finish! "
Orca raised his eyebrows, not losing that mocking smile.
" Well ?
"M-Make an effort to get along with people, please," Itia grumbled, irritated by his impatience and rudeness, âAnd be more politeâ.
Her boss gave one last cheeky little smile before nodding and walking out the door. He arched his back to squeeze under the curtain. The young nurse followed him with his eyes, inwardly amused by this vision; Orca was almost too tall for the dimensions of the Whale, and you sometimes thought you saw an intruder in a children's village.
In front of him, the young woman came down gracefully from the office and slandered in frustration. Why did he always have to nod with that smirk that seemed to mean he didn't get it?
âAh! By the way, Itia, you wanted to talk to me about something ...? Kannavi asked.
The young woman seemed to hesitate. After a while, she opened her mouth to start something, but a high-pitched crash suddenly interrupted her. Then, bursts of voices. Dismayed, Kannavi got up immediately and hurried to the main wing of the infirmary. Itia sighed loudly. You could never have calm for a second here ... Following the nurse, she stepped through the beaded curtain and froze, just like him at her side. The two young people found Orca on the other side of the curtain in confrontation with the Prince of Amonlogia. Slightly behind them, the island's chief, Suoh, stared at a small object at his feet, his palms still open suggesting it had once been in his hands. Rochalizo took a step closer to Orca, his concave nose upturned with great contempt.
" Whatâs your fucking problem!? Youâre all quiet now. Think you can get away with this ?! "
The atmosphere that fell on the room had grown heavy. Dozens of pairs of eyes on them, the two leaders stared at each other in silence, exchanging mute threats and disdain. Orca met his gaze, firm, yet not trying to defend himself in the slightest. Rochalizo's heterochromic eyes were very lively, seething with explosive rage. Kannavi focused on the faint marks of saimia appearing on Orca's forearms, jiggling dangerously, then on the Prince's clenched fists which vibrated crescendo on either side of his body; he thought for a moment that theyâd come to get into a fight. But the tension dropped somewhat and the latter finally clenched his teeth and exclaimed again in a calmer, hissing voice:
âGo back to the Country, you only cause issues here. Nobody wants you, not even your sister! "
Orca rounded his eyes for a moment, but didn't show more of him being destabilised. Hiding behind his eyelids and long bangs, he walked out of the room quickly.
Running after him, the young nurse held back the clapper and also rushed outside. Silence fell, sharper this time and suffocating. Itia bit her lip, completely shattered. Presumably unaffected by his surroundingâs unease, Rochalizo crouched down to pick up the pieces of the object - the small sculpture of a tree made of wood, half of the branches and trunk of which had split in two from the shock. . Once gathered between his fingers, he came back to Suoh's height and sought his gaze insistently.
âSuoh? Are you okay ? He jostled you, didn't he? "
The young chief's face darkened a little more and his hands fell against his sides like a relaxed rubber band.
"Hey, answer me," the Prince persisted, scratching his friend's apron with the tips of his blue fingernails. The words were harsh but the gesture was gentle.
Itia could only watch them, feeling deep inside her a great despair threatening to drown her entirely. Was it futile to try to obtain forgiveness from civilians? Rochalizo was not part of the Whale but they seemed to have adopted him for good. The inhabitants, maintaining in their customs a sympathy and a great compassion for others, had never reproached her for not being in her place or for being an enemy, nevertheless, this tradition of 'forgiveness obliges' did not say everything and sometimes she could feel a reminiscent indignation in their hearts, which had not been listened to, for lack of any outlet. Rochalizo's lack of tact was certainly hurtful to those who ran and crashed into it, but Itia appreciated it for the sole reason that she was sure it was the key to understanding how people here felt, what 'they dared not say. The Prince must have had grown up in an environment which had encouraged him to be frank⌠Itia couldn't say that was wrong, but his harsh words risked causing further clashes.
Did Rochalizo's words hurt Orca by the way? No one could be sure. She would probably go check on him later in order to oversee the mental strength of his superior. Superior who had just caused another incident ... What a pity. She was starting to wonder if her words had really had effect, when Suoh's voice pulled her from her personal introspection.
âExcuse me, Itia. I was dumbfounded for a while and - he gave a light laugh - I mustâve dramatized. After all, it's just a statuette. It is possible to do it again! "
Rochalizo, looking unhappy to have been pushed to the conversationâs background, leaned forward, still trying to get the island chief's attention.
âIt's not just a statuette. Remind me how many hours you spent there ?! You have the right to be pissed off.
"As long as it's not human loss, I don't care," Suoh assured, looking serene.
With the broom hanging from the workbench, he too knelt down and quickly collected the last splinters of wood littering the ground that Rochalizo had neglected. Itia was starting to feel more and more uncomfortable. In normal times, she would have paid little attention to it; the misfortunes of others are usually not her problem. Taking care of other people's problems always brought a lot of trouble. However, in this delicate position, his inability to be able to repair the damage caused or to be able to do something to alleviate the situation caused her great distress. Mortified, the young woman bowed before them, not knowing how else to express the guilt that was rising to her head.
âI'm really sorry for what happened. I'm sure Sir Orca didn't wish for any of that to happen, "she stammered a little before coming to herself and stating clearly," You have to know ... He thinks highly of you! "
Rochalizo mumbled something between his teeth that sounded like a:
"Yeah, well when he gets something from it ..."
Itia bowed again, an attempt to renew her assertion. A benevolent smile broke on Suoh's lips. Clasping his hands together in front of his now soft face, he reassured her as best he could.
âNo need to apologize, Itia, please. There are still tensions between our two peoples, but it will only get better, - the Prince pulled a pout which was ignored by all - I am convinced of it, believe me! "
The young woman nodded. Suoh was the lung of the island; his patience and the strength of his ideals would guide them. She had no choice, she left it entirely to him. If the Clay Whale and the United Kingdom of Siderasia had managed to come to a diplomatic understanding despite barbaric beginnings, there must be chances of striving for peace between their nations. Tensions would eventually run out of steam and, perhaps, new bonds would blossom, based on a land of mutual trust and aid.
"I'm in your hands, Suoh," Itia repeated, solemnly, her eyes closed.
A ray of sunlight shone through the infirmary, lighting Suoh's face in a golden glow. His long dress shimmered in the light, its whiteness evoking a divine sign, uttering in the room, a moment of peace. His clasped hands tightened more firmly, a proof of his resolve.
" Of course. Our agreement is only partly postponed. After all, even though we are so much more than that, we are all here victims of the Empire, aren't we? "
As they left the building side by side, Rochalizo pulled Suoh by the sleeve, forcing him to slow down. His worried expression, shaded by the red strands falling over his eyes, he seemed to want to give in to anger, before resigning himself. Hoarse and at the same time cracked, like the sound of a candle crackling in the night, he called out in a low voice:
" Hey. Suoh. Your hands are bleeding againâ.
Suoh didn't bother to lower his head to the skin covering his joints, unalarmed. He was used to seeing on his hands, those fingernail marks crossing his flesh with scars or bright red gashes barely coagulated, manifestations of his anguish and inner sadness. It was a habit before, a daily sight since the day Sami died. However, knowing that they were engraved deep in his skin, accompanying him in daily adversity, was a sign of comfort inexplicably. It was the evidence that he had survived until then all the most disastrous days and that he had a way of getting rid of strong emotions. Suoh resumed his walk, imperturbably.
âI'll take care of them when I get home.
âNo, you're going to take care of them now,â the Prince stubbornly raised his voice.
With force, he grabbed the shoulders of the young chief, standing in front of him to block the way and anchored his eyes in his menacingly.
"And wear bandages. Now."
The threat in his voice was clear, but his nervous twitching lower lip implied another thing.
"I would like to know ...", Rochalizo reiterated, his voice shaken, as Suoh looked down at the stream of blood flowing from his knuckles to his elbows, "... Why you hurt yourself so much these days".
I, along with probably many others, have complicated feelings about Orca and his writing. I will be putting my upset about Lykos' character arc and development being shoved under to rug in favour of Orca's aside for this/ won't dwell too long on it, since I have both talked about it with you before and also because that is honestly a whole other post because I have so much to say.
About Orca individually, well...
I was surprised about the way his character was developed by the manga post-Amonlogia Arc the very first time I read the manga. By the time the Amonlogia Arc ends, it is still unclear to the reader what he actually wants, what to make of his cruel actions, yet also of these movements of softens that mostly scenes with Itia seem to bring out in him. Now, the first answer would be that of course he's supposed to still be human while also being an antagonist, as antagonists with facets and especially those with a redemption arc planned have. However, Orca never really had a redemption arc and that is one of my main gripes with his writing, as well as something that I regard a good choice.
Let me explain.
Writing a redemption arc for someone who literally led a mass massacre, has killed multiple people on screen and just committed multiple war crimes is difficult, so I feel like Abi Umeda didn't try and I actually think she shouldn't have done so either (especially since Chakuro is already far too forgiving). My issue with Orca's writing is not that he suddenly seems to "switch up" on the Mud Whale after having talked to Chakuro, Suou and the rest, especially since he reveals that he actually didn't to Itia like two chapters later, but the fact that he wasn't left at being a flawed man with many unspeakable crimes, one who obviously suffers from delusions which makes him more sympathetic, but making it clear that it doesn't excuse anything he did, only explains it. Instead, he was given the Kitrino backstory (which I don't have a problem with) and also reveal that he has DID (which is where my gripe comes in). I am not an expert, of course, and neither do I have DID, but even with my limited knowledge I know that Orca's DID isn't written in a very good way or thoughtfully. Rather, I feel like giving Orca an alter was a way of literally splitting up Orca in "good Orca" and "bad Orca" as a way to make him more digestible to the audience, and that, in my opinion, is just lazy writing. And adding the DID argument wasn't particularly necessary either, since it doesn't get mentioned again after that.
In conclusion, I think Orca's writing is confusing and clumsy at many turns, but he is a character one can analyse a lot and he still offers interesting points about the series, I just wish it got executed better post Amonlogia Arc.
I liked the way his story ended though. He is still haunted by the ghosts of Kitrino, he still seems to have a desire to die, that wasn't magically fixed by the manga's overall happy ending and i appreciate that ending because i didn't see anything else either since he never really seems to gain the strength to process everything that happened and instead kept chasing some other goal to lift the guilt eating him alive, creating more damage in this process.
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